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here for my wildly unscheduled fic of the season. enjoy!

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Luka blinks slowly as he comes out of the half-awake doze he’s been fighting to stay in for the past few hours when his stomach growls. It’s still dark, and the sheets are tangled around him, unpleasantly damp. His pajamas are also damp with sweat, he realizes, but there’s a chill prickling beneath his skin.

He turns over and pulls the blanket up, burrowing into it and trying to go back to sleep. He’s almost managed it when his stomach growls and gurgles again, this time sending a slow wave of nausea over him. A noise of discomfort slips out of him and he turns over once more, but that only serves to ramp of the churning of his stomach. Luka swallows nervously as heat rolls over him, making him throw off the blanket again.

His stomach clenches a bit, and he curls around it, hoping it’ll settle, but it swirls and gurgles once more, making him feel faint, and saliva is beginning to accumulate beneath his tongue.

With a sigh, Luka sits up and swings his legs over the bed, sitting on the edge with his head in his hands. He’s still half hoping the nausea will ease, but just in case, he gathers his damp hair back into a bun at the base of his neck.

As he does so, his stomach cramps hard, and Luka is suddenly aware that he’s moved past slight queasiness and straight into full-blown nausea, the kind that is dangerously close to sending up his stomach contents. He coughs slightly at the feeling and stands up, feeling the blood drain from his head as he does so.

I was in bed, woke up early with the fear and started scrolling and trying to ignore the queasy feeling growing in my stomach. But, every smell and sound was soo intense, someone outside was mowing the lawn and the scent of freshly cut grass even turned my stomach.

I had the TV on too, and zoned out while I wrapped myself around a pillow. I could feel the pressure building in my stomach, bringing up whatever was left of pints and wine (why did I mix drinks? why did I smoke so much?). I had just hit record to complain about my queasy belly when my mouth started to water, and a sour taste overwhelmed me.

I pulled the bag open as quickly as I could, struggling with my gags getting more and more productive. The first time I gagged for real, a tiny, spitty gush of vomit landed on my arm as I tried to get the bag under my mouth in time (that little “oh”).

After the first gag, it started to come up more easily. I was half- sat up in bed, pillow still bunched between my legs, so it took some effort to get everything up from that position…. But it felt really good to ride the pillow while I brought up little hot mouthfuls of sick. I knew I wasn’t done yet, but I needed a break. I laid there and drifted into a weird fitful nap still holding the bag.

There has been a stomach bug going around, and I must have finally caught it. My stomach started to feel a little funny right before I went to bed last night, and I woke up feeling full-blown sick. My tummy is in such turmoil.

Sorry that the audio quality isn't great. The urge to puke came on so quick I hardly had the chance to get my phone out to record.

Keep reading for pic of the result

I haven’t given this cutie enough content recently, so here-

Now including a short tale to go with the pics! Its nothing much, just something to add at least a little(?) possible context.

(I don’t write these often so go easy on me- ;u;)

Stuck at an event where something didn’t quite sit well with him, he had begun to feel hopelessly nauseous, but had to keep eating to look like nothing was wrong, despite his stomach beginning to churn in protest.

He rubbed his stomach gently, hoping to relive some of the pressure, but even that was enough to cause his stomach to hitch- He quickly clasped his hand over his mouth, as he felt ready to spew right then and there.

He swallowed heavily, and quickly made his way to the closest bathroom. Between his every movement causing the contents of his stomach to shift, and his bloated stomach pressing firmly against his tight shorts, his nausea continued to worsen, and he could feel his mouth begin to fill with saliva.

Reaching the bathroom, he didn’t bother to close the stall behind him, and dropped to his knees in front of the toilet, panting heavily.

He let out a few wet burps, each one feeling closer to the end, as his stomach continued to churn. 

He occasionally gagged and heaved unproductively, and was beginning to become desperate for relief.

Just as he was preparing to force the issue by pushing on his bloated belly, he felt his body jerk as thick vomit pushed its way up his throat and out of his mouth without any warning.

He continued to clutch the bowl as he heaved, while thick streams of vomit sprayed the toilet, as well as the floor beneath him.

After a while, his stomach seemed to calm down a little, but his worries were far from over. 

He had made a complete mess, and though he felt better for the moment, he was still visibly bloated, very queasy, and still had to return to an event with tons of food…

With all that in mind, Souwa decided to stay in the bathroom a little longer- Maybe the party would end.. Maybe waiting would make him feel at least a little less sick…